No suprises
A heart that´s full up up like a land fill.
A job that slowly kills you. Bruises that won´t heal.
You look so tired and happy.
Bring down the government, they don´t, they don´t speak for us.
I´ll take a quiet life, a handshake, some carbon monoxide.
No alarms and no suprises,
No alarms and no surprises.
Silent,
silent.
This is my final fit, my final bellyache with no alarms and no surprises.
Such a pretty house, such a pretty garden.
No alarms and no surprises.
Thom York – Radiohead
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